Time for Change(30)
“Please tell me you forgive me.”
Rachel didn’t look away, not once did she look away from him.
“I forgive you, Chris.”
“From now on I want you to come to me whenever you’re worried or are concerned about what’s going to happen. Do you promise?”
“Will you just fuck me?” she asked, pouting.
“Promise me.”
She was silent for several seconds. “You’re not going to give up until you get what you want, are you?”
“You know me.” He’d always win, but when it came to Rachel, he didn’t know if he was capable of winning anything.
“Fine, I promise.”
He plunged hard and deep inside her. She cried out. Her nails sank into his hands. They both gasped together.
Chris kept his gaze on hers feeling the ripples of her tight cunt around him. There was nowhere else he wanted to be other than inside her.
Slowly, he eased out of her tight warmth. Dropping his gaze from hers, he watched his slick cock pulling out of her. “Watch us together,” he said.
Her gaze followed his, looking between them. They were as one with only his tip inside her once again.
Slamming inside her, he returned his focus to her eyes. She cried out, and her eyes closed. Kissing her lips, he plundered her mouth as he did her body. She moaned, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. They were in time with each other. Their bodies answered the call where their words could not. He’d never been attuned to anyone else before in his life. The pleasure was intense, almost magical flowing between them.
Kissing down her body, he sucked one red-tipped nipple into his mouth. He bit down on the flesh, feeling the answering ripple in her cunt.
She screamed, fighting his hands in an attempt to escape him. He released her breast, flicking the tip as blood returned to it.
“Tell me to stop when it’s too much,” he said.
“It’s not too much. It feels amazing. What you do to me is amazing. I never want it to stop.”
Going to his knees, he pounded inside her, awakening a need that he thought had died. With the death of Claire, he believed he never wanted a family or child again. Staring into Rachel’s eyes, he felt the need once again.
He wanted a family with her and to give her everything that had been taken away from the both of them at some point in their life.
“I love you, Chris. Don’t leave me,” she said.
“I won’t, baby. You’ve got me for life.”
They found their peak together. Their climax brought cries of pleasure from their lips. Chris watched her through the haze of his own relief.
Only when the pleasure started to ebb away did he collapse on top of her. For the first time since they’d been together, Chris hoped he’d given her a baby.
“You’re too heavy,” she said, tapping his back.
Moving off her, he pressed a hand to her stomach, really thinking about what they’d done together. He hadn’t used any protection and not once had he seen her taking pills for protection.
Chris wanted to ask her more than anything. Instead, he snuggled up tight against her. Questions at this time could spoil the time they spent together. He wasn’t going to risk it.
“I love you,” he said.
“We’re saying that a lot.”
“We mean it.”
Staring into her eyes, he caressed her face, knowing he’d do everything to keep her.
Chapter Eleven
Rachel watched the woman eyeing up her man. The estate agent was supposed to be showing them the perfect house, and all she was doing was flirting with Chris. Rachel had to give points to Chris because he didn’t flirt back, not once. In fact, he pulled her tighter against him. The agent, Samantha, her name was, looked between them.
“So, is this for your sister?” Samantha asked.
Chris chuckled. “No, this is for us, isn’t it, baby? It’s time we found a house together.”
They’d looked at other apartments, but there was nothing to suit their needs. Some of the apartments had been crap and in the bad part of the city. Chris had lost his temper at one of the agents for showing him crap viewings.
She smiled up at him. “We’re hoping to start a family.”
“Congratulations,” Samantha said, meaning anything but. Rachel saw the difference in the woman. Her back was stiff, and her voice lost all trace of flirtation.
“I don’t think she likes us,” Chris said, whispering against her ear. She shivered as his breath brushed the fine hairs across her neck.
It was four weeks to Christmas, and she wanted to find a house and be settled in that time.
“She likes you a lot. Me, not so much.”
The kitchen was large with a nice range cooker. Whenever Samantha pointed out certain facts, Chris spoke up saying he’d change everything. Rachel struggled throughout it all to keep a straight face. Samantha was really trying to sell them something, and Chris wasn’t happy.